I’m as skinny as a jockey.
I’m as hungry as a horse.
I want Nigella’s gnocchi.
I want Nigella’s sauce.
I want her roasted pumpkins.
I want her purple yams.
I want her sweet potatoes.
I want her garlic clams.
She’s my bocconcini banquet.
She’s my fettucine feast.
I’m her gastronomic hostage.
I’m her salivating beast.
